Lil’ Kim, Method Man - Knock 'Em Out the Box lyrics

I'm bout to fuck this track get the KY jelly
I'm pluck you haters nerves like
A game of skelly yeah I might screw Nelly in
The back of the deli
And y'all say the Queen don't keep it gully
She want him home by one
He ain't showing tonight
I guess ol' girl ain't throwing it right
Down down baby on the first lady
Before he bust, I'm slidin off to Slim Shady
Dear Eminem, you just don't understand
I want to melt in your mouth
And not in your hands!
Your accent make me horny, you got hit's
So peep the remix: your bum is on my tit's
Usher, you ain't got to call
Have you singing 'U Remind Me'
To a blow up doll
I'm into sports, mostly basketball
I be like
"Ohh" when they take it to the hole
Picture me the coach of the New York Knicks
Getting head from Sprewell, choke on this!
Sixty-nine's the position I can't resist
I'm that blunt in Snoop's mouth
Smoke on this
From Chris Webber to Vince Carter
Who get in the best
Competing for the Queen like
A dunking contest
Yo, J to AI, when you in Bedstuy
Make sure you holla at the KI

Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out
Bitch
Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out
Bitch
Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out
Bitch
Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out
Bitch it's time I show 'em what
A bitch is all about, bitch
A keep it movin', keep them
Bitches out my mouth, bitch
From the east, to the west and dirty south
Bitch
Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out
Bitch

For a million dollars a head
I'll fuck all of Cash Money
Back that thang up like a Playboy bunny
Bling bling, every time Baby hit the booty
Bling bling
And Lil' Wayne run up in the cootie
Ching ching juve' and the rest of the crew
The same thing hahaha, I cracks myself up
I know I talk shit, but I can back myself up
Can't believe the words I'm spittin'
Zab, I'm from Brooklyn, that's a no brainer
Why the fuck you ain't call me
To be ya personal trainer
I'm just fucking with you, don't get mad
And try to spazz
Or I'll have to call that nigga
Kostya Tszyu on your ass
Tyson, Sugar Shane, you boxers turn me on
Hope your dick's like your money be real long
Just 'cuz I'm a freak and
Talk dirty in my songs
This pussy ain't for free
Now that's where you're wrong
I take Tank to the bank
Before his career sank
For me to sex him, I need about 17 drinks
Like The Artist said, I'm a sexy muthafucka
Tryna make a Rush Hour 3
Porno with Chris Tucker
What about Musiq Soulchild
Man I'd rather suck Bilal
And have an orgy with the
Whole Where Brother Art Thou
Jagged Edge, 112, N'Sync, is on
Get my hands on Justin and
Britney Spears is GONE